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such a good episode 🤭
"Look, no disrespect, but I'm not exactly a believer." "You will be, son." ↳ 1.12 - FAITH
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THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLIDER 1.02 | "The Star Spangled Man"
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6’5 peter quill feels so juxtaposing bc his height and stature is intimidating. he’s star-lord in his body. a guardian of the galaxy. half human half celestial. a man who can end your life quicker than you can greet him. but then he speaks and he’s a smooth talker, even if you know the game he’s playing. his words are cliche in the ways of a man that quotes things you aren’t exactly sure abt the origin of, but you know they’re cheesy. but then his body is something else. his body is that of a man who could make you give him what he wants if his words don’t do the trick. which, the words basically always do the trick. no matter how much you try resisting.
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nsfw arthur drabble
— ʚɞ
Just thinking about how warm and cozy it gets under the covers when you’re cuddling with Arthur after sleeping all night. He can’t help the way his hands roam your impossibly soft thighs. The way he also can’t help but gently paw at your ass over your nightgown.
He’d nibble the shell of your ear and gently lick it, teasing you to get you to lift up your gown and open those pillows you call thighs just enough so he can slip his morning hardness between them. The way he’d groan when your plush, warm, fleshy thighs would encase his throbbing length. How you’d be slightly awake, hearing his soft grunts as he’d roll his hips into your thighs, his happy trail grazing your ass.
Arthur always tried to be gentle in the morning. Usually he was because he didn’t wanna wake up anyone in the camp. He wanted to be gentle with you since you were truly a sleeping beauty. He’d squeeze your hips a bit as he rolled his own into your thighs, getting more desperate by the second. His smooth hardness just caressing your flesh, making your clit throb. His grunts would turn a bit more breathy as he got closer to his release.
He’d always pull his hips back a little before he came, so that he could release his sticky seed completely inside your thighs. He wouldn’t want to make a mess of your pretty sleepwear or your favorite (only, lets be real) set of sheets, after all. The hotness of his release would warm your thighs instantly, and the wetness made them slick and slightly stick together.
When you tried to pull your thighs apart because of the slightly weird sensation, Arthur would gently hold them together in place whispering,
“Keep it safe for me, honey.”
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nothing, and i mean NOTHING, compares to joining a new fandom and reading through all the ____ x reader tags. it’s akin to opening gifts on christmas or recieving a package in the mail. actually, scratch that; it’s th equivalent of ascending to the heavens
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normalise making a list of character x readers u like to read so you can spin a wheel every night before bed to decide ur bedtime story xx
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Garrett “The Garbage Man” Garrison
He can make my bed rock tbh
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